Tag Archives: depression

The Spartan and Sybarite Battle in me day and night; Evenly matched, relentless, wary, Each one cursing his adversary, With my slow blood dripping wet They fight from sunrise to sunset. And from sunset the fight goes on, I shiver … Continue reading →

Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he’s dead It must have been too cold … Continue reading →

Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people. Where do the black trees go that drink here? Their shadows must cover Canada. A little light is filtering from the water flowers. Their leaves do not wish us to hurry: They … Continue reading →

Since you ask, most days I cannot remember. I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage. Then the almost unnameable lust returns. Even then I have nothing against life. I know well the grass blades you mention, the furniture … Continue reading →

Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled the air. You will never … Continue reading →